• Thursday, July 10th, 2008
So.
Big Tin of milk powder, check.
Blanket, check.
Pillow, check.
My own baby pillow, oh, check.
Spare clothes from the bamboo poles, check.
One set of clean undies and a set of work clothes, check.
Pram, check.
Diapers. Bought from petrol kiosk. Check.
Work stuff. Check.
Door to my room, lock.
At 11.30pm, I ran away from home, with baby in tow.
Dad was already out, trying to get away from all the madness. This morning, I found out he never went home either, but opted to stay in his office for the night. I had tears in my eyes when I heard how he is suffering as much as well.
That ended the eventful night that I have no wish to recall.
Category: Life of a Drama Mama
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